Welcome to my blog, thanks for stopping by - here you'll find some of my poetry that I'm writing as I go. Mostly based on real life events or the annals of history, hopefully you'll find something you enjoy and maybe even learn something new. Hope you enjoy.

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I look forward to seeing you there :)

Simon.

I've Moved!

Hello wayward traveler - I thank you for visiting my blog.

I have recently moved to Wordpress, so I'll be slowly phasing my 'Blogger' blog out. If you've enjoyed my work and would like to keep seeing it, please go tosimonaustinpoetry.wordpress.comand you can continue following me and my poetry.

I look forward to seeing you there :)

Simon.

Tuesday, 13 August 2013

The Mail

The mail came,

I sifted through,

Threw out the bad,

Saved the good.

There was the usual shit

Lazily thrown into cheap envelopes

Addressed anonymously

To anyone willing to open,

I didn’t hesitate -

I tore them to shreds.

Occasionally they were personalised,

Acted like they wanted you,

Treated you with an address,

Called you names you knew

But underneath,

You know it’s going to disappoint,

That really, it’s just the same wolf

Dressed in finer paper.I saw through it of course,It was simple enough -

I tore them to shreds.

Then, the pamphlets and leaflets

Offering all sorts of change,

Promises of better futures,

Of progress, improvements,

Interests and inspiration,

You fall for it, at first -

The colours entice you in

But eventually, depressingly

You see the price

And then you realise

It’s impossible, inevitableAnd never going to happen -

I tore them to shreds.

Little left now, just the bills

Demanding money

For services rendered -

Overpriced, naturally,

But you have to pay

If you want to live - it’s sad though,

Sometimes you pay

Not to live, but to surviveTo simply, exist - I’m sick of that,

Paying to last, to endureTo just get throughOne more day...

I think I'll tear these up too

And see what happens. Afterall, What bad news can the mail bringIf you no longer choose to open it?